Laura Mendoza

She walked into the police department and demanded to speak to someone in charge. Of course, she was essentially laughed at. She made her case again, demanding someone talk with her about Xyrus’s case. She was asked to wait and after thirty minutes, she was finally escorted to a desk in an open area.

“How can I help you?” a desk cop asked.

Lana did her best not to lose her cool. She hadn’t slept all night and was ready to scream at the injustice over what was happening to Xy.

“You can help me by telling me why my boyfriend is locked up for saving my life and the man that was trying to hurt me is out free,” she said in a cool voice.

The cop, smirked. “Miss, do you know how many times a day we hear this exact story?”

Lana leaned forward, a dangerous smiled on her lips. “No, I don’t know what you’ve heard, but I can testify to my story and that’s the one I’m here to talk about. I don’t care about anyone else or what their stories are.”

“Okay, so what can I do for you?” he asked.